I withdrew from my fundamental state of consciousness with a heavy heart.

Purple qi rose up, and in the blink of an eye, it filled the entire flood wilderness. With the boundless coercion of the saint, a voice without joy or sorrow sounded: "My name is Hongjun, I have become holy now, and I will preach in the Chaos Zixiao Palace thirty-three days later in a hundred years, and anyone who is destined can come to listen to it." ”

"Senior brother, the preaching of the Mixed Yuan Sage is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, let's go." Then he said. Obviously, you haven't heard the concept of a saint a few minutes ago, Hongjun said a word of sanctification, and he didn't even mention the word mixed yuan saint, so you instantly understood everything?

"What Senior Brother said is extremely true." I took a breath, adjusted my feelings, and prepared to go.

Thanks to the previous "me" arrangement, I have a chance to completely get out of prison, and I must make good use of it.

But first, it is necessary to solve the current cliché story shrouded in thunder.

- Oh my god, are you the villain? I was not good just now.

The voice of the protagonist's collapse comes from the side of the root consciousness. This stupid protagonist, I don't even know if he was used by the author to deal with me, and he complained about the plot with me.

- What's wrong?

I replied anyway.

- Just now, in order to pretend to be forced, Nuwa forcibly stood under the pressure of Hongjun, but was injured a little by the backlash. I happened to be standing behind her, and when I saw her retreat and vomit blood, I put my hand against her back to deliver mana to heal her......

- Well, then what?

The saint bullied people with coercion, and the backbone of the protagonist and the backbone people on the protagonist's side forcibly pretended to stand without kneeling, which is also a classic episode of the torrent. Some protagonists have to say at this time: "There is gold under the man's knees, I kneel to the sky, kneel to the ground, and kneel to my parents in the middle" to show their integrity.

Actually, this sentence is true, but Hongjun, as a Dao Ancestor, is much more noble than gold, what do you say? Besides, sooner or later, people will conform to the way of heaven, isn't your kneeling to him equivalent to kneeling to heaven?

There are also some protagonists who seize this opportunity to slap their faces, relying on strange treasures such as twelve-grade green lotus or measuring rulers to stand proudly in the middle of a group of kneeling people. Even this kind of coercion from the Heavenly Dao can help him break through the battle.

This kind of coercion, oppression, and oppressive scene is quite boring in itself. Hongjun took the original ruthless and desireless route, how could he care who knelt and who didn't?

- Then her face suddenly turned a little red, and the narrator told me that Nuwa felt the mana I transmitted from the past, and there was a masculine aura of the golden crow in the mana, which made her heart warm.

The protagonist said in a loveless tone.

――Hahaha, is this an advanced version of "the tiger's body is shocked, and the king's spirit is overflowing, causing the beauty to be soft all over"?

I laughed uncontrollably, feeling that the author was simply toxic.

- According to this logic, Nuwa should marry a cup of hot water. "After drinking it, the Lun family is warm from the inside out, this is the feeling of heartbeat, right?"

I said in a deliberate voice in my fundamental consciousness. This author is absolutely close to straight male cancer, if I were Nuwa, I would definitely break through the dimensional wall and kill him with a hydrangea.

- Don't speak in that tone, it's just a mentally polluted dubbing.

As he spoke, the protagonist seemed to be unable to stand it and cut off the dialogue of the fundamental consciousness.

But within five minutes he was back online.

- A few of us were about to go to the Outer Heavens Purple Palace, and when I mentioned that there would be chaos and turbulence on the road, Nuwa asked me why. Forget it, I'll give you the original words of the narrator. I'm the main character, and I'm unlucky to hear more narration than you do. "'Taiyi, how do you know these things?' Nuwa's ethereal voice rang out. ”

- Oh my mother, I'm laughing to death. I was suddenly worried about entering Zixiao Palace, and Daozu would say as soon as he opened his mouth: "Jie seat, let's sit down today, don't force anyone." Well, the sermon begins. ”

First of all, I don't mean to discriminate against regions. But the ethereal voice says "what's wrong with you", isn't there something wrong? Of course, we can't rule out that Nuwa is a monk from the north. It's like we have to admit that the little dragon girl who grew up in the ancient tomb of Zhongnan Mountain is undoubtedly from Shaanxi.

"Come on, you're really angry and hungry." Tong Zhang...... The cold and ethereal voice of the little dragon girl sounded, and it sounded like there was no earthly fireworks.

- Uh, you Sanskrit-speaking barbarian, you dare to laugh at Nuwa's northern dialect? How distinctive and close to the people!

- Shut up, as a three-legged golden crow, you will also speak a bird language, dare to rap here?

I quickly paid the price for laughing at the protagonist, and when I entered the Zixiao Palace, I found that the six futons were already full. At the end sat Hongyun and Kunpeng, and the protagonist looked at me with a smile but not a smile, as if to say: Heaven is a good reincarnation, and it is finally time for you to be embarrassed.

After a moment of silence, I resigned myself to covering my face with my sleeve, and opened my throat and howled: "Senior brother, I have affected you and Western beings again!" ”

……

After exchanging two futons for a sprinkler, I sat there with my senior brother, looking at my nose and my nose and my heart, and posing as if I was not moved by external objects.

The character of the senior brother is like this, but I am trying to avoid the sight of the protagonist - not only in the story, but also in the fundamental consciousness.

Closing my eyes, I rethought how to deal with this story. According to the information fed back by the protagonist, Nuwa seems to be helpless, but Houtu can still be saved. If I can break the alliance between the lichs, I'm half the battle. The lich doesn't hold a group, so it's convenient to defeat each one. When the two sides tear apart, they can also continue to consume each other's vital strength.

But only a thousand days to be a thief, there is no reason to prevent thieves for a thousand days, I can't monitor his movements with Houtu day and night. Although the protagonist can use his fundamental consciousness to report to me, can I stop Donghuang Taiyi every time?

With that in mind, I'm going to start with this matter in a different way......

Time flies, Hongjun merges, the Lich is mediated by Hongjun in the first war, Nuwa creates people, and the six saints come out together, and the protagonist gets Hongmeng's purple qi of Hongyun and begins to prepare for sanctification.

A grand golden light of merit fell from the sky, and the sound of immortals was swirling, and the voice of gentleness and generosity like the earth resounded through the wilderness:

"I feel that all sentient beings have nothing to rely on when they die, and I am willing to evolve the six realms of reincarnation with my body, give the souls of the desolate people a place to live, and open the heavens with the merits of the ancient father God. Reincarnation, stand! ”

In the end, she didn't forget to say "Reincarnation, stand!" ”。 This sentence structure is also quite wonderful, no matter what character says it, it naturally reveals a majestic and tall temperament. For example,

"Heavenly Dao, He!" Hongjun said.

"People teach, stand!" Lao Tzu said.

"Teach, stand!" Yuan Shi Tianzun said.

"Intercept the teaching, stand!" The Tongtian Sect Master said.

"The West teaches, stands!" Pick up my brother and talk to me.

"Sailor Moon, transform!" Tsukino said.

Hehe, I stood up suddenly, waved my big sleeves, and used a Sumeru mustard seed magic power, put the two disciples next to me into my sleeves, and then stepped out with the senior brother. In an instant, I came to the newly emerged Six Realms of Reincarnation.

"Good, Taoist friend, we admire." I joined my brother as a courtesy.

With the help of the merits of the Heavenly Dao, the primordial spirit of Houtu was stripped from the physical body, turned into a peaceful mother, and stood quietly on the reincarnation. Donghuang Taiyi stood with his hands in his hands like an old cadre, watching her from the side, the Chaos Bell above his head spinning slowly, absorbing his share of merit.

Not long after, the three Qings of the Daomen also came over together to salute the back soil to express their admiration.

At this time, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi had not yet become sanctified. According to the author's usual urine nature, the most powerful person, that is, the protagonist, is often the last to be sanctified.

Hmph, I'm not as frivolous as you glamorous sluts, but the Lun family is very reserved to wait until the end to become holy.

Probably that's what the author envisioned for the main character.

"Reincarnation is first built, and no one can manage it. This seat thinks that since the Wu clan does not cultivate the soul and spirit, it has nothing to do with reincarnation. If the Wu Clan sent someone to manage the six realms of reincarnation, it would be the fairest. Donghuang Taiyi said next to him. Subsequently, he copied the framework of the underworld of later generations, talked eloquently, and explained the entire management system of the six realms of reincarnation.

Houtu originally liked the protagonist Donghuang Taiyi, who had just been mentioned the idea of reincarnation, and now he heard such a perfect six-way reincarnation management measures, and the Wu clan could also get great benefits from it, and he was immediately moved to let Donghuang Taiyi ask for it, patting his chest to ensure that he would try his best to meet it.

"This seat has nothing else to ask for, I just hope that Daoist friends can let the Wu Clan and our Demon Clan have peace talks." The main character, Donghuang Taiyi, said the request.

Hou Tu was a little hesitant when he heard this, and struggled for a while to agree.

That's when I came out in disgust.

"What Taiyi Youshi said is extremely true." I said with a smile, "Dao Ancestor once said that the demon clan is in charge of the sky, and the Wu clan is in charge of the earth. Now this underworld is under the jurisdiction of the Wu clan, and it is natural for the Wu clan to manage it. ”

The protagonist Donghuang nodded, his expression mixed with satisfaction and surprise. I muttered to myself: The performance is quite good, and it is very in line with the psychology that the protagonist should have at this time - hey, Zhun Ti has never dealt with me, how can you cooperate like this today?

"--However," I said, "Poor Dao thinks that since Pingxin Niangniang cannot be separated from the reincarnation of reincarnation, she is no longer considered a witch clan. It is indispensable to encourage the Wu clan to come to the underworld to serve. I'm afraid it's not appropriate to interfere with the decision-making plans of the Wu clan. Besides, the witch clan and the demon clan have been hostile for a long time, and the hatred is deep-rooted, how can it be reversed by Ping Xin Niangniang with her own strength? In the humble opinion of the poor Dao, if the two Lich clans want to negotiate peace, they must think long-term. ”

"Oh? I don't know what kind of opinion the prospective Taoist friends have? Pingxin Niangniang asked me in a cold tone, with a faint mockery in her tone, obviously dissatisfied with me for interrupting her interaction with Donghuang Taiyi.

"I don't dare to be ashamed, I am ashamed, I just want to make a little bit of a small construction, I hope that Pingxin Niangniang can be like your Tao, uphold the public heart, and consider carefully without personal feelings."